Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 877 - 124 Shen Qingxi Throws a Bomb

Although Shen Qingxi seemed foolish most of the time, she wasn’t actually an idiot.

She was more like the kind of genius who’s lopsided in her talents, or perhaps you could say her brain wasn’t wired in the usual way.

For example, right now, in the middle of playing, she suddenly asked, "Aren’t you guys curious about what ’Fighting the Landlord’ means?"

Li Mumu took three seconds to react, darn, she’d fallen into the trap.

This was a joke that only transmigrators from the future era would understand.

After all, in this era, the issue of the landlord class hadn’t yet made its way onto the President’s agenda.

For some reason influenced by their educational environment, some people always thought that the country’s reform problems were very simple, that you could just press a big red button and national productivity would increase by 200%...

Even in novels, they wouldn’t dare write something like that.

Yet, many people were willing to believe this, thinking, "I could do it too."

When you play ’Fighting the Landlord’ with people of this era, a normal person wouldn’t first think about how to play but rather why fight the landlord at all. After all, in this era, the well-known main villains were the Western Great Powers, the former courtiers, corrupt bureaucrats, and the noble families.

Compared to these Four Heavenly Kings, landlords seemed absolutely harmless.

"Our family are landlords, so what?"

Faced with Shen Qingxi’s setup, Xia Yubing was unfazed and didn’t take the bait.

"Your family are landlords?"

Shen Qingxi’s eyes widened, "Aren’t you a Princess from the Former Dynasty?"

"The title of Princess was bestowed posthumously; I’m talking about when I was alive."

"Don’t change the subject!"

Shen Qingxi pointed at Li Mumu, "Look, her reaction was normal! Her heart just skipped a beat!"

"Dead people don’t have heartbeats."

Xia Yubing continued to counter flawlessly.

"Boohoo Amber, you’re really... you obviously know what I mean, right!"

Shen Qingxi stood up, planting her feet on the bed, hands on her hips, "Actually, I figured it out a long time ago, you two are both transmigrators, aren’t you?"

Thunk—

Just as Jiang Yinyin walked in, she dropped an orange she was holding.

"No, kid, go play somewhere else, close the door behind you as you leave! No eavesdropping!"

Shen Qingxi waved her hand impatiently, signaling Jiang Yinyin to leave quickly.

"Let’s talk properly, stop stepping on my bed."

"I’m not wearing shoes!"

"You have so much metal inside you; I’m afraid you’ll collapse my bed, and during the New Year, there’s no place to buy a new one."

"Don’t talk nonsense! A pretty girl’s weight will never exceed 100 pounds!"

Even though that’s what she said, Shen Qingxi obediently sat down, to avoid actually breaking the bed. She had no intention of creating such a notorious history, especially in front of these two cunning foxes.

"Can we play cards now?"

"I can tell you where you slipped up, but in exchange, you must also honestly tell me the secrets I don’t know!"

It took a lot of effort for Shen Qingxi to set up this game.

"I’ve actually had my suspicions for a while, not just because of your different ways of thinking and speaking compared to other people I’ve met in this era... of course, this abnormality is something that can only be observed from my perspective; others might not notice these issues."

As she organized the cards, Shen Qingxi muttered quietly.

"Physics, it’s about precision. Where there’s an action, there’s a reaction. If the two forces don’t match, it just means you didn’t account for forces from other directions, not that the physics laws are wrong."

"Do you know where your problem lies? It’s that you receive too little positive feedback, so little it’s frightening."

"What do you mean?"

The angle Shen Qingxi chose was indeed unexpected for Li Mumu.

She thought it might be something she let slip with her words... Being a transmigrator, she often habitually used modern language and lingo without realizing it. Ancient people wouldn’t understand and wouldn’t see it as an issue, but for other transmigrators, it would be like a beacon in the night, a secret meeting signal for underground parties.

But Shen Qingxi didn’t pick out such flaws.

"In life, there must be desires. Within one’s cognitive boundary, people actively seek material or spiritual benefits to meet their survival needs, which is what we call positive feedback."

Shen Qingxi explained quietly, "You two have these terrifying appearances, yet you don’t go out scaring kids or nurture deep grievances, which struck me as odd. Especially Amber, you keep saying you need incense offerings but don’t actively expand your followers, focusing solely on cultivation alone. Although Kong Ting is your enemy, you don’t bother with him when he isn’t stirring trouble..."

"No positive feedback, what’s the point of your existence?"

"And Reddy, since you disguised yourself last time, I knew something was off. You’re normally a bright, cheerful person, yet you insist on dressing up as a resentful woman trapped in a never-ending gloom, wearing a blood-red mourning dress, holding a head pretending to be a ghost—are you just enjoying yourself in solitude?"

"Look at your family, you have almost everything, where’s your positive feedback?"

Um...

Faced with Shen Qingxi’s question, Li Mumu wasn’t sure how to respond.

It’s not like she wanted that kind of persona; how did she end up here, step by step? What could she do?

But she also had to admit Shen Qingxi wasn’t wrong. If she really wanted to, she could fully return to normal life. Back on the ship, after taking the mysterious pill Li Ya gave her, she ended up at Tianmen. Maybe she wouldn’t have encountered all this chaos otherwise.

The current effort in cultivation lacked any meaningful "thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west" kind of counterattack motivation; there were no relentless pursuits or unstoppable elite-level stacking competitions.

It was purely out of personal interest.

But that wasn’t normal.

"I can’t see where your positive feedback is, so I can only assume your cognizance boundaries far exceed those of ordinary people in this world. Thus, there are two possibilities. You’re either high-ranking government officials, like mid-level cadres in one of the three major bureaus, eating public food with a heart for the world, which would be understandable. But I feel if you were indeed high-level officials, you wouldn’t have the leisure to play with me."

"Or, like me, you’re all transmigrators, with a profound understanding of this world’s reality and the crises it faces."

Unlike other places, in this world, transmigrators aren’t rare.

So Shen Qingxi’s theory is pretty justified.

"So?"

Xia Yubing glanced at her cards and played a straight with 34567.

"Whether it is or isn’t, what do you want to say?"

"Of course, I want to know which year you traveled from!"

Shen Qingxi threw down four 8s without a change in expression and said, "In the timeline before you transmigrated, was there a school called Daylily Academy?"